In the days of beautiful moms in staged Instagram photos and beautiful great rooms in perfect Pinterest houses, it can be hard to remember that life ISN’T perfect.
I’m not perfect. But I’m exactly what my child needs. And exactly who I’m supposed to be.
I don’t have the have lean, toned thighs. But my legs have just enough energy to sprint to catch a toddler as he runs into the street. Despite their layer of cottage cheese.
I don’t have marble countertops or stainless steel appliances. But my kitchen is a place where kids and friends come to feel loved, comforted and taken care of.
I don’t have large, doe-like eyes. But I can promise you they’re great at listening, especially when you’re having a rough day. Even if they’re bloodshot from being up 7 times last night with 3 different children.
I don’t have an expensive house in the perfect neighborhood. But the scuff marks on the walls mean dozens of kids have played here, and come to think of it, the size is just perfect for intimate gatherings with the people we love.
I don’t have a department store wardrobe. But my faded, cotton clothes are the perfect uniform for wiping snotty noses and making peanut butter and jelly. Both of which happen to be very important to me.
I don’t have time to wear a lot of makeup. But my face is a place where my children find comfort, reassurance and confidence. They don’t care about my wrinkles and age spots.
I don’t have a flat tummy (and may never again). But this doughy, soft post-baby tummy has housed 3 babies. And it happens to be my kids’ most favorite place to cuddle up when they feel sick. They could care less about the loose skin and flab.
It’s a revolutionary thought in today’s perfect social media world.
But the truth is, all your imperfections make you… just perfect.
And that doesn’t need any filters or hashtags or likes.
Photo credit: Kellie Hero Photography